Welcome, dear listener, are you comfortable?  Put your feet up, close your eyes, let your senses dull  Floating like a beach ball, wearing cordless phones  Let the tide take you, groove to the mellow tones, groovy  Who switched the intro? ah, but I digress  Do you ever get that feeling your "not so fresh?"  Do you hang out nights at the launderette?  Dreaming of the cure for stubborn stains?  Wanna climb into the big machine?  Wonder how it feels getting really clean?  Chorus:  I know you know more than what you're coming clean for  God is skin on mohair  Just admit you itch there  Shift to the left, shift to the right, fidget,  Lock knees, cough, cough, fidget,  Don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat  Are we feeling comfortable yet?  Ever sweat bullets at the sight of blood?  Ever drag a half-ton cross through spit and mud?  Wouldn't want to plan too far ahead  Wouldn't want to dwell on what's beyond  Pondering death is a dirty biz  Makes you wonder when your appointment is